All Chapters of Tom's Pleasurable Life: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Thanks for telling me all of this, Tiffany. I won't do anything rash in the future. I'll put my heart into pursuing Dorothy from now on," I said."It's good that you understand that." She looked at my crotch. "I doubt you'll be able to win her over any time soon, but you can't go around with a hard-on like that every day."I was frustrated. "Do you have any way to help me, Tiffany? I genuinely feel horrible. I don't know what to do about it."I had no experience in these matters and didn't know what to do. I could only ask Tiffany for help. I saw her face grow redder and her gaze turn odd. I didn't think much of it, though—I thought she was just feeling warm because the weather was hot and we didn't have the A/C on."Tiffany? Tiffany!" I called her name when she didn't say anything.She yelped like she'd been startled."Are you okay? Do you feel unwell?" I asked in concern, thinking there really was something wrong with her.She shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I was just thinkin

I knew it was because Dorothy felt diffident. She hadn't screamed or left when catching me jerking off. Instead, she'd stood there and watched me with wide eyes for a while. The thought of it made her flush. She was afraid I would bring it up, so she quickly cut me off.I asked tentatively, "Does this mean you've forgiven me?"She harrumphed. "You can pass the incident in the car off as an accident, but what about when we were in the supermarket? Why did you say those things to me? Did you think I was some loose woman?"That was actually what she was mad about. She and I had only met once, yet I'd said such forward things to her. She felt that I thought she was a promiscuous woman—this thought had started because of the massage in the morning.When I'd massaged her, she'd felt my hands roaming but hadn't stopped me in time. She thought she'd given me the wrong signals, leading to me saying those things. That was why she was both regretful and upset.At the same time, she was mad a

Tiffany's attention wasn't on me now, though. She was focused on Dorothy and scrutinizing her expression. The latter's face was as red as an apple, and she looked diffident. She didn't dare look at me.The more she acted like that, the more it indicated her desire. For people like Dorothy, they would bottle everything up instead of expressing their feelings, no matter how much they wanted it.If one wanted to see what they were thinking, one would have to try to read them based on their expressions. Tiffany was a pro at that. She only needed to look at Dorothy to know what she thought."You should get some rest, Dorothy. Tom and I will leave now. Remember to come over tomorrow morning so Tom can continue massaging you," she said.Then, she shot me a look, signaling it was time to go. I was reluctant to leave but had no choice. I turned and followed Tiffany out.Back at home, Tiffany couldn't stop grinning. "I knew I was right! Dorothy's desire has been awakened now."I was still

Donald didn't want to own up for the sake of his pride. Tiffany grabbed his ear and said, "You're always tired nowadays. You weren't like this in the past, were you? You were fine with having seven or eight goes in a day when we were newlyweds."At the time, you were so busy with work that you only came home at 2:00 am or 3:00 am. Yet whenever you came back, you were still so horny. You refused to sleep until after we'd had sex."But look at you now! I've tried everything, but your dick is still so flaccid. How can you say there's nothing wrong with you?"She felt so aggrieved that she started crying toward the end of her rant. When she and Donald had first gotten married, she'd asked him for a child. At the time, he'd told her it wasn't the right time because his company had yet to stabilize.Tiffany had accepted that and taken birth control since. Donald's company had stabilized over the past two years, so she'd started asking about children again. However, his body refused to co

I'd talked about Robert being an asshole, but I now felt I was a bigger asshole than him. I hurriedly grabbed Tiffany's hand.She smiled, seemingly having expected this. "Have you thought things through?"I felt conflicted. On one hand, was Donald, who treated me like his brother. On the other hand, was my desire for a woman's touch. After some turmoil, I decided to choose the former. I couldn't betray Donald for a moment of passion. I'd be a monster if I were to do that.I nodded. "Yeah, I have. You should go, Tiffany.""I knew you would come around. You really are a great guy, Tom. It's no wonder Don keeps saying it'd be great if you really were his brother," she said.I looked at her guiltily. "I'm sorry about this, Tiffany. You and Don treat me so well, yet I keep trying to hit on you. I'm such a bastard.""You aren't completely to blame for that—I am, too. I keep talking about these things in front of you; I forget you're still a child sometimes."I hurriedly said, "I'm not